Chapter b92 /b

Watching my gradually breceding /bfigureb, /bFerris realized that I seemed to be bgrowing /bfurther and further away from him.

He really disliked this feeling.

He btook /bout his phone and called Simon.

b“/bContinue attacking Adrian’s industries. I want all his bprojects /bbto /bgo up in mesb!/bb” /b

Simon said with difficulty: “Alpha Ferris, Adrian and his ck Mountain Pack aren’t bso /beasy to deal with. We’ve paid a heavy price these past days too. Should we let both bsides /bcalm down bfor /ba whileb…/b”

Ferris certainly knew that Adrian was an extremely difficult opponent.

But thinking that his mate might be taken awayb, /bhis possessiveness couldn’t help but bsurge/b, wanting to eliminate all werewolves who might threaten himb. /b

Ferris made new ns with Simon. After hanging up, his mind was filled with my carefree demeanor when I left.

He couldn’t understand why Ib, /bwho had once said I would love him for lifeb, /bhad changed bso /bsuddenly.

Had I fallen for Adrianb? /b

Whether or not, he had to win me back.

His things–even if he didn’t want them, he couldn’t give them to others.

On the other side, I was on my way leaving the vi district when Evan’s call came in.

paused and answered: “Mr. Warrick?”

The contract has been signed,” Evan said. “You can call your uncle to confirm. After confirming, call me back.”

With that, he hung up without waiting for my response.

hadn’t expected Evan to bact /bso quickly.

lowever, I indeed didn’t trust Evan, so I dialed my uncle’s number: “Uncle, did thepany coborate on a project with the Warrick family’s enterprise?b” /b

Yesb./bb” /b

My uncle was very happy about the business progress, but he also found it strange: “Aurora, how did you know about this?”

I heard from someone else.”

brushed bit /bboff /bcasually, asked after my uncle a few more times, then hung up and immediately called Evan back.

van answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for my call.

said: b“/bI’m bfree /bon Saturday and Sunday.”

Evan said: b“/bGood. Will you arrange the specific time or shall Ib?/bb” /b

You arrange it.”

b‘/bGood.”

“Liz and I discussed it. Liz said she wants bto /bbgo /bskiing. Aurorab, /bcan you bski/bb?/bb” /b

I could ski, so bI /banswered: b“/bbYes/b.”

Ivan: “bDo /bbyou /bneed me bto /bbprepare /bbskiing /bbequipment /bbfor /bbyou/bb?/bb” /b

b“/bNo bneed/b, I can buy it myself.”

b“/bbGood/b, see you Saturdayb./bb” /b

b“/bMm.”

bI /bbhung /bbup/b, still wearing a slight smile. Skiing–b1 /bhadn’t tried it in a long time, and I actually bfelt /bsome anticipation.

bJust /bas bI /bturned the corner, I ran into a familiar and troublesome figureb. /b

“bHey/b! Stop!”

That shouting voice interrupted my bsteps /bas I prepared bto /bleaveb. /b

I turned around, and bsure /benough, Ferris’s annoying little bnephew/b–Kyle–was standing by the roadside with his hands in his pocketsb, /bhis expression as arrogant as always.

“I heard you’ve been having troubles with Uncle Ferris recently?”

He opened without pleasantriesb, /bmockingb: /bb“/bYou’ve been kicked out of the house, haven’t you? How pitiful.”

bKyle /bwas seven years old this year. Like his mother Hathaway, he looked down on me and ordered me around like a servant.

Over the years, Hathaway had caused plenty of trouble outside, relying on being Ferris’s sister. After her divorceb, /bshe had dumped her rebellious son directly on bme/b, making me responsible for Kyle’s life.

I had been incredibly attentive to Kyle, almost caring for him like my own son.

However, he had never truly respected me.

Whenever I prepared breakfast for him, he would always frown and say pickily: “This isn’t what I want to eat.”

When I hand–mended his torn clothes, he would disgustedly throw them aside, saying they were “ugly as hell.”

Not to mention that in front of others, he would often lift his little chin arrogantly and dere: “Her? She’s just a servant my uncle temporarily keeps at home.”

Sometimeste at night, looking at him sleeping, I had hesitated in my heart–should I give up?

But every time he got sick with fever and called out “Don’t leave, Mommy” in his dreams, I couldn’t bear to abandon him.

I wasn’t his motherb, /byet I was more of a mother than his actual mother.

bIt’s /bbjust /bthat such feelings seemed to have never held any value in their eyes.

b“/bIf you butter me up now, I can say a few good words for you in front of Uncle.”

Kyle didn’t notice my unfavorable expression and said arrogantly:

“I want to eat your baked pumpkin with herb–roasted chicken, and that braised pork rib soup fromst time. Oh, and for dessert, I want your… honey apple pie, but don’t put cinnamon in it. I don’t like cinnamon. Did you get all that?”